It's my story, let me tell it.

I Love You Goodbye.

thatfunnyblog:

Funny Stuff you like?

My mom used to call me by her guide dog’s name… “Garnet!”

thatfunnyblog:

Funny Stuff you like?

My mom used to call me by her guide dog’s name… “Garnet!”

assumption: you and your husband have sex often
Anonymous

TRUE.

you have been to disney land

True.

"The Man With the Child in His Eyes" - Kate Bush

Nobody knows about my man. 
They think he’s lost on some horizon. 
And suddenly I find myself listening 
To a man I’ve never known before, 
Telling me about the sea, 
Oh his love is to eternity. 

professorfangirl replied to your video: “Born Under Punches” - Talking Heads Don’t you…

I knew I followed you for a reason.

Stay tuned.

blackmorgan:

Hanging out at the crow bar.

Is this an attempted murder?

blackmorgan:

Hanging out at the crow bar.

Is this an attempted murder?

Most gorgeous thing. Ever.

Most gorgeous thing. Ever.

doublenegativemeansyes:

little dance

doublenegativemeansyes:

little dance

"Born Under Punches" - Talking Heads

Don’t you miss it, don’t you miss it. 
Some ‘a you people just about missed it! 
Last time to make plans! 
Well I’m a tumbler… 
I’m a government man. 

atlinmerrick:

Christmas Card: 3 December 2012

It was so completely the opposite of what everyone expected that no one won their bet.

And there had been bets. Everyone had seen last year’s Christmas card. Everyone knew there would be a card this year. Mostly because John had told them. Repeatedly. Lestrade, Dimmock, Superior, Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Merrick—if John had even a glancing acquaintance with you he told you to expect a card. “Wait until you see them.”

That was in late November and the bets were laid mere hours after and ranged from, “Twenty pounds Sherlock makes a face like someone put a dead hamster in his tea,” (“Oh but he’d like that,”) to “I bet a hundred quid the card shows up down at the pub before nightfall, on the dart board, with Mr. Sourpuss the bull’s eye.”

What everyone got instead was a card by way of Esquire by way of GQ by way of WTF?

Still, the wit with the hundred quid should have collected because she was at least half right. John and Sherlock’s 2012 Christmas card—actually, dozens of them—did indeed show up at the Met local before nightfall. Tacked up all over the mirrors in the women’s loo. And more than a few in the men’s.

It would be indelicate to mention the things written on them.

Previous: Size Matters (2 Dec)

The gorgeous image prompt is from AreYouWearingAnyPants, by way of OhSherl who originally put the two images together (I added the seasonal greeting).

sherlock-in-heels:

shoe: bcbg

sherlock-in-heels:

shoe: bcbg

reluctantabandon:

consultingt-rex:

No but seriously, look at their fucking coats. The coats are positioned in the same exact way. Wtf.

Absolutely deliberate.

I’m over this image now, so I’m going to joke about it…
"You go first."
"No, you go first."
"Where did you get your coat?."
"I was about to ask you the same."

reluctantabandon:

consultingt-rex:

No but seriously, look at their fucking coats. The coats are positioned in the same exact way. Wtf.

Absolutely deliberate.

I’m over this image now, so I’m going to joke about it…

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

"Where did you get your coat?."

"I was about to ask you the same."

sexlock:

Collab - Feyuca/Sexlock

It’s amazing what you can come up with with one random typo.

Initially the cocks were ducks. But the ducks were initially dicks.

Inside joke.

A whole new way to look at “cock-choking”.